Words from Web
By SPARK Web No. 26
February 24, 2026
Graphic by Elain Yao
An ongoing journal from the Web Department.
Freeze
Time doesn’t stop but I do. It's as if life can be divided in two, before and after. I wanted to freeze in the definite, know where i stood and how to handle it.
Life is a continuous cycle. I wish I could enter a state of stagnation just once. I find myself taken under the wave. If I dissolved into it no one would remember my name.
Am I allowed to bend through time? Or will time bend towards my social death?
Fight
An unparalleled collision of atoms. Nothing will be the same, but do not ease into cowardice - brace for impact. You have to get back up, squeeze the tears back and swallow their salty sting. grab the dirt in the ground for brace, and throw yourself up if you must. The world is beneath my feet. Everything is below me. When I get back up, my punch isn’t lousy. It’s hard. It cannot be ignored, i am still here and i must keep picking myself up and fighting it.
Fists pull, blood sprays onto a nylon mat in a room with stained walls and slick faces.
The camera is hitting my eye in every wrong way.
I wonder if this is gonna bruise.
No time to think, I take another swing. And another. If i stop for a second i won’t start again.
I drag my fingers along the cold drywall and walk and walk and walk. How long do i carry on for?
Grabbing face with both hands pressing fingers to my cheeks. The pain as nails scratch across sears my skin, leaving marks red as rage. Tears don't pour, they are squashed by my joy. I feel like im doing more harm towards myself more than anything. what was the point of all this? But then, does fury need a reason? When bulls see red, they don’t stop to contemplate their next move - they sprint into action.
Flight
I grabbed a suitcase from the depths of my closet after I watched a documentary about Yellowstone National Park. I needed to go anywhere but the cramped apartment I called a shell of a home for the past three years. I threw in some sweaters, I heard it was cold there.
The backdrop of the family is Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The Rocky Mountains and the winding roads that accompany them are a cosmic dreamscape. Every cloud that walks by is a different person I don’t want to remember. When we laid together the water felt calming, a sensation I’ve never felt before. It brought a new meaning to the word peace, a new feeling to the concept of stillness. But stillness is fleeting, like clouds are in constant motion. I remember watching them through your sunroof. I wonder if every Honda CR-V is yours or not. I see you in every crack in the sidewalk, every blade of grass the color of your eyes. Time kept moving but I didn’t, I don’t have the heart to.
Travel is necessary to find beauty, eventually the new turns old and the fascinating loses its luster. Letting the avalanche take me is all I know how to do anymore. Everywhere I look I see the same story, phrases and people repeating the meaning of doing anything at all.
What have you been wearing recently?
The chic dresses and sets I never have an occasion for; Dressing black to match my new hair; A lot of fur, clips in my hair and my favorite bedazzled black bag I ‘borrowed’ from my mother
What have you been reading?
Poems of Phillis Wheatley; Let Me Tell You What I Mean by Joan Didion
What have you been doing?
Accepting and extending invites to every function and lunch; Ordering Doordash and rewatching the Owl House with my cat
How have you been feeling?
Constant adrenaline at the quick-pace of emergent spring; The uphill battle of getting worse to change the habits you need to in order to get better! But very grateful above all
Freeze
Time doesn’t stop but I do. It's as if life can be divided in two, before and after. I wanted to freeze in the definite, know where i stood and how to handle it.
Life is a continuous cycle. I wish I could enter a state of stagnation just once. I find myself taken under the wave. If I dissolved into it no one would remember my name.
Am I allowed to bend through time? Or will time bend towards my social death?
Fight
An unparalleled collision of atoms. Nothing will be the same, but do not ease into cowardice - brace for impact. You have to get back up, squeeze the tears back and swallow their salty sting. grab the dirt in the ground for brace, and throw yourself up if you must. The world is beneath my feet. Everything is below me. When I get back up, my punch isn’t lousy. It’s hard. It cannot be ignored, i am still here and i must keep picking myself up and fighting it.
Fists pull, blood sprays onto a nylon mat in a room with stained walls and slick faces.
The camera is hitting my eye in every wrong way.
I wonder if this is gonna bruise.
No time to think, I take another swing. And another. If i stop for a second i won’t start again.
I drag my fingers along the cold drywall and walk and walk and walk. How long do i carry on for?
Grabbing face with both hands pressing fingers to my cheeks. The pain as nails scratch across sears my skin, leaving marks red as rage. Tears don't pour, they are squashed by my joy. I feel like im doing more harm towards myself more than anything. what was the point of all this? But then, does fury need a reason? When bulls see red, they don’t stop to contemplate their next move - they sprint into action.
Flight
I grabbed a suitcase from the depths of my closet after I watched a documentary about Yellowstone National Park. I needed to go anywhere but the cramped apartment I called a shell of a home for the past three years. I threw in some sweaters, I heard it was cold there.
The backdrop of the family is Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The Rocky Mountains and the winding roads that accompany them are a cosmic dreamscape. Every cloud that walks by is a different person I don’t want to remember. When we laid together the water felt calming, a sensation I’ve never felt before. It brought a new meaning to the word peace, a new feeling to the concept of stillness. But stillness is fleeting, like clouds are in constant motion. I remember watching them through your sunroof. I wonder if every Honda CR-V is yours or not. I see you in every crack in the sidewalk, every blade of grass the color of your eyes. Time kept moving but I didn’t, I don’t have the heart to.
Travel is necessary to find beauty, eventually the new turns old and the fascinating loses its luster. Letting the avalanche take me is all I know how to do anymore. Everywhere I look I see the same story, phrases and people repeating the meaning of doing anything at all.
What have you been wearing recently?
The chic dresses and sets I never have an occasion for; Dressing black to match my new hair; A lot of fur, clips in my hair and my favorite bedazzled black bag I ‘borrowed’ from my mother
What have you been reading?
Poems of Phillis Wheatley; Let Me Tell You What I Mean by Joan Didion
What have you been doing?
Accepting and extending invites to every function and lunch; Ordering Doordash and rewatching the Owl House with my cat
How have you been feeling?
Constant adrenaline at the quick-pace of emergent spring; The uphill battle of getting worse to change the habits you need to in order to get better! But very grateful above all
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